Olivia Fairbairn | District Ten | CBD 2/3 | Finished
Dec 31, 2017 14:35:25 GMT -5
Post by dorian on Dec 31, 2017 14:35:25 GMT -5
Olivia Fairbairn
District Ten
District Ten
Blood.
Crimson, flowing, and beautiful
I don't know exactly when I first saw it, but I remember when I became addicted to the thought of watching it flow out of a living creature.
My entire life I have been seen as an oddity. I never really enjoed playing with other children. I prefered playing by myself for as long as I could remember. I also liked to draw. My favourite thing to draw were rivers and I drew them in my favourite colour, crimson red. This worried my parents, they still don't seem to see the beauty of the colour red.
I remember my first hunger games. My parents didn't allow me to watch the games until six years ago at age ten. Then they couldn't pull me away from the screens. I liked watching all the different ways to kill someone. Rocks, swords, knives, hatchets, and fires. I like watching hatches and knives the most. The tearing of flesh followed by blood everywhere. It made me think of my drawings of the rivers.
I also remember the first time I killed a living creature. My mother is a veterinarian and my father is a butcher, I'm surronded by death. I've always wanted to be a veternarian like my mother. When I was twelve she had me put a dying cat out of it's misery. Mostly she tends to livestock, but some people bring her their pets. I slit it's throat with a kitchen knife. I still remember the feeling of it's warm blood on my hands. That's when I became addicted.
My parents have noticed my fascination. My obsession. Now I'm the one who kills and dices our livestock to put the meat for sale. And I love every minute of it.
I still like drawing red rivers, but red water isn't what flows.
Crimson, flowing, and beautiful
I don't know exactly when I first saw it, but I remember when I became addicted to the thought of watching it flow out of a living creature.
My entire life I have been seen as an oddity. I never really enjoed playing with other children. I prefered playing by myself for as long as I could remember. I also liked to draw. My favourite thing to draw were rivers and I drew them in my favourite colour, crimson red. This worried my parents, they still don't seem to see the beauty of the colour red.
I remember my first hunger games. My parents didn't allow me to watch the games until six years ago at age ten. Then they couldn't pull me away from the screens. I liked watching all the different ways to kill someone. Rocks, swords, knives, hatchets, and fires. I like watching hatches and knives the most. The tearing of flesh followed by blood everywhere. It made me think of my drawings of the rivers.
I also remember the first time I killed a living creature. My mother is a veterinarian and my father is a butcher, I'm surronded by death. I've always wanted to be a veternarian like my mother. When I was twelve she had me put a dying cat out of it's misery. Mostly she tends to livestock, but some people bring her their pets. I slit it's throat with a kitchen knife. I still remember the feeling of it's warm blood on my hands. That's when I became addicted.
My parents have noticed my fascination. My obsession. Now I'm the one who kills and dices our livestock to put the meat for sale. And I love every minute of it.
I still like drawing red rivers, but red water isn't what flows.
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